Tinkle, patter, spatter, and flow, -
"Easy, Miss Mischief, - so, girl, so!"
The generous pail is filled to the brim
With ivory set in a silver rim,
And the pans are ranged in copious store
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On the cool damp flags of the dairy floor.
What! can I trust these ears of mine?
The clock in the village striking nine!
High time, my host has often said,
For honest folk to be in bed;
Darkness for sleep and-labor for light:
Well, then, to rest! Sweet world, good night.
C. A. M.